Chapter 1278 1286 [Suspicious Person]
"Then the next time the deceased wiped his hands with a tissue, the poison would get on his hands, and then on the sushi when he made it, and then he swallowed it and eventually died."
After Jiang Xia finished speaking, he noticed that the man in the blue hat had a distorted expression and seemed to want to say something, so he spoke first: "Are you going to say that you didn't have any poison wipes on you, so you weren't the one who poisoned me?"
Blue Hat: “…”
His lines were mercilessly snatched away. He was stunned for two seconds before angrily slamming the table: "That's right! You are slandering me!"
However, the cold sweat on his forehead and the trembling voice had already exposed his nervousness and guilt.
Jiang Xia looked at him for a moment and sighed: Maybe there are too many people around, it's not a good place to kill a detective. There is no extra murderous aura on the blue hat side.
The fake detective suddenly lost the motivation to continue to tangle with the suspect. He simply said:
"That piece of toxic wipes is probably in the kitchen waste bin now - the plates with sushi here have identification codes printed on the bottom. Once the sushi is left on the conveyor belt for more than a certain period of time, it will be pushed off the conveyor belt by the automatic recycling device.
"When the victim fell to the ground, there was chaos all around. The murderer took the opportunity to pull out the plate he had used first, put the wet wipes on it, and then put sushi on it to cover it. When the plate is transferred to the recycling port, the poisonous wet wipes will be discarded by the machine along with the plate, and will not remain on the conveyor belt to hide the evidence."
Inspector Otaki listened to Jiang Xia's words and looked at the expression of the man in the blue hat and realized that Jiang Xia was probably right.
He turned to the forensic police officer: "Go find them immediately!"
It was strange to wear gloves to cover fingerprints when eating in a restaurant. The fingerprints of the blue hat were still on the packaging of the poisonous wipes.
He himself thought of this, his face turned pale, and he slumped down beside him.
Then he pounded the table angrily: "I confused the sea bass and flounder that day. It was indeed because I had a cold and my taste buds were not very sensitive, but it was not entirely my taste buds' fault! Before the plate of sea bass was turned over, my wife, that bastard, quietly took the sea bass off and put it on the plate of flounder. He just saw me and my wife chatting happily next to each other, so he deliberately made me look bad in front of a woman!
"Not only did I lose face in front of my wife, but I was also mocked on his blog, and his fans also laughed at me. After that, every food blog I posted was mercilessly ridiculed by them. How could I bear it! Since then, everything I eat has tasted bland, and I divorced my wife... I, I just love food, and it's all that devil's fault for ruining me! A person with an ugly heart like him is not worthy of being a food writer!"
…
The case was solved smoothly.
Inspector Otaki felt very pleased: Jiang Xia lived up to his reputation and solved cases very quickly. Compared to the time it took to solve the case, he actually spent more time on the phone.
"Alas, in the end I still had to come to the police station to take a statement."
Toyama Kazuha jumped out of the police car, looked up at the police headquarters building in front of him, and sighed sadly.
Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko wanted to sigh as well, but then they changed their minds and realized that they seemed to have gotten used to it - every time they went out with Jiang Xia and Conan, things seemed to turn out like this. Their hearts gradually became calm.
Conan was very interested and visited the Osaka Police Headquarters with great curiosity.
Although he had been here several times before, the people he met were different each time. Observing the police was also part of the fun, and if he was lucky, he might even be able to help solve some difficult cases.
…
Everyone in the group was considered skilled and they finished taking the statements quickly.
They were able to leave, but the detectives were concerned about another matter - the murder case that had occurred under the bridge on their way to dinner.
At that time, a burly man died under the bridge, killed by the murderer. According to the eyewitness testimony of an enthusiastic old man passing by, the murderer was a young man with blond hair.
At present, Huangmao has been brought back to the headquarters and is being interrogated.
When Jiang Xia stood up, he happened to see the people at the next table sorting out the information about this case, so he asked casually, "How's the case under the bridge going?"
The police officer raised his head from the computer and glanced at him when he heard the sound.
Recognizing that Jiang Xia was a detective, and the dark-skinned man next to Jiang Xia seemed to be the son of their director. The police officer hesitated for a moment and did not hide: "Although there are witnesses, the most important murder weapon has not been found yet, which is a bit troublesome."
Next to him, his young colleague held a cup of tea, moistened his throat, and then sighed: "The suspect is too stubborn, he refused to admit that he killed the person. But what happened will always leave traces, as long as we follow the yellow-haired guy, we will definitely find clues! - Fortunately, there was an eyewitness who saw him, so we were able to catch him on the spot, otherwise if the murderer ran away, we would have to go through a lot more steps to investigate."
Another police officer, who had done a lot of investigations and visits before, thought of the terrible workload and agreed: "Mr. Fa Yue is indeed a kind-hearted person."
Conan was stunned: "Do you know the old man who witnessed the crime scene?"
The young policeman nodded, revealing a nostalgic look. "He can do paper dramas. Whenever he's free, he performs for the kids in Camellia Park for free. I went to watch them when I was a kid. In addition to paper dramas, he also taught us kendo. Even though he's old now, he's a fifth-degree kendo master. But later, maybe because of his age, or maybe because he got hurt in a fight between kids and felt a little guilty, he only did paper dramas."
"A fifth-degree master in swordsmanship?!"
Several detectives looked at each other and suddenly remembered that the deceased seemed to have been hit on the head by some blunt object, which was a fatal blow.
Jiang Xia remembered that he had said he would help Gin rescue someone, so he asked the policeman, "I remember you said before that the deceased and the current suspect were suspected of being involved in fraud. Are there any acquaintances of Mr. Fa Yue among those possible victims?"
The young policeman was startled, then suddenly understood what he meant and sat up straight: "You suspect it was him..."
"Just providing some investigative ideas. You haven't found the murder weapon yet anyway, so why not check in a few more directions?"
Jiang Xia pushed the trivial work to the police.
Although the murderous aura on the old man did not smell like normal food, it was indeed a high-end murderous aura with a unique taste. It had a dense texture and one strand was equivalent to ten strands. It could be used to feed Noah at ordinary times - Noah could not taste much anyway, as long as it was nutritious, it was enough.
Rather than letting Fazuki be shot down in some corner by Gin's anger when they pass by, it would be better to let him live and generate more murderous aura... It's a pity that the murderous aura of ordinary people is mostly one-time, and it disappears when the enemy dies, unlike the murderous aura of organizational cadres which is endless.
(End of this chapter)
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